When There Is Nothing Left But Love (Ashton And Scarlett)

This seemed to strike a chord with Emma. She remained in silent contemplation for the entire duration of our elevator ride.

“Hey Emma, we’re here.” She jolted from her thoughts at my gentle reminder, and she left the elevator in a jog.

“Thanks for the reminder. I almost got caught between the doors.” Emma patted her chest in relief before she suggested, “Since we haven’t been out in a while, shall we go shopping? We can visit the mall.”

I remembered Summer’s pleas for some new stationery, and I agreed. Women were born shopaholics. The impulse to shop sustained itself on the never-ending introduction of newer products to the market.

I had initially planned on visiting the kids’ section, but Emma had different ideas. She dragged me into a luxury goods store once we reached the mall. She tried on no fewer than ten outfits but wasn’t impressed by any of them.

“This set looks good. John would like it.” Bored, I decided to tease her a little.

“I didn’t say I was wearing this for him.” Her lips had hardened into a flat line, but she was obviously checking herself out in the mirror. I could tell from her eyes that she was imagining John’s amazement at her appearance.

Women will always doll themselves up for men that they love. I guess this saying holds even now.

to myself but didn’t call her out on her behavior. I walked to

the upper echelons of K City society, but his stylists couldn’t keep up with his image requirements. They always dressed him in formal suits.

about hiring a dedicated fashion designer for Ashton, I

stopped as I rummaged for my phone.

lifted my head again, I saw an elegant-looking lady summoning a salesperson to help her

guess I was just a bit too

fit of impatience. “Hello, who

Koandrian accent gave his

you back. I’ve been busy lately, so I forgot all about the

you now to remind you about it. I hope you didn’t forget how I made a grand promise to my superiors to keep a precious talent in our apprenticeship program.

was a front for his urgent hope

on his

thought back to the outfit I had seen, feeling a tinge of regret at the

poor mood, curious about the person who had snagged such